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Hey, got a couple bucks?

Go away.

Hey, buddy.

You hear me?

Right.

So this is a mugging,
then, is it?

Your money. Now.

Really?

Look at how
I'm dressed, mate.

How much money

could you possibly think
you're gonna get from me?

Use your head.

Give me your money.

And the watch.

You know, a man's watch
is a very cherished thing.

You steal that,

might as well
be stealing his soul.

Do yourself a favor,
sweetheart.

Run along. Now!

You'll have a hard time
killing me

with all these witnesses.

I don't care.

Oh, you care.

Too much, actually.

You shoot me,

those cops over there will
start firing at you.

Bystanders will get cut down
by the crossfire.

People start falling off
of the platforms

onto the tracks.

Be a veritable stam--

Stampede.

And even if you survive,
I know you.

You'll be haunted forever.

The train gets here
in four minutes, Baptiste.

Soon as everyone boards,

there'll be nobody left
to get in the way.

What?

You gonna shoot me?

In cold blood?

You know, at might be worth
hanging around for.

Because I am really
curious whether or not

you still got it in you
to do that.

Well, I guess
we'll find out, won't we?

Not like him
to leave a body

just out in the open
like this.

We weren't supposed
to find it.

Which one of you
is Winston?

S.F.P.D.
I'm Winston.

This is Seaver.

Thanks so much
for holding the scene for us.

M.O. seemed strange enough,
I had to run it.

When I did,
your name popped up

from an old S.F.P.D. case.

John Doe, no I.D.

Fingerprints appear
to have been melted off

by some sort of acid.

High-caliber entry wounds,
no exit wounds.

Coroner's gonna try
to pull a slug to trace it.

He won't be able to.

This is a polymer-tipped,
reverse-tapered jacket.

It's custom-made.

You won't find it
at any gun shop.

Left the ring,
took the watch.

Found the body
in a dumpster?

Yeah.
Total fluke we found it.

Hobo over there
went dumpster diving,

came across it.

Look, am I dealing with some
kind of a serial killer here?

Not exactly--our guy's
an assassin for hire.

Dispose of the body so that,
even if it were found,

wouldn't be able to I.D. it
for at least 24 hours.

He makes sure of that
by dissolving the prints.

This guy has a thing for...
contingency plans.

And wristwatches.

It's Baptiste.

So if this is an assassin,

isn't his job
finished already?

Oh, no.
He's just getting started.

Thanks so much, detective.

Call us
if you find anything.

So... we got an assassin
that likes high-value targets,

on the loose in a city
full of high-value targets.

And he's got a six-hour
head start.

Told you he'd
pop his head up again.

When he did--
I know, I know.

Hey, look, man, I know
what this guy took from you.

I know what you want
to do to him,

And I don't think
there's a person in the world

who'd blame you for it.

But...

No buts.

Whatever you want.

Come on.

♪ ♪

You!
Me.

You look great.

What are you
so dressed up for?

Uhh! Ohh!

You're under arrest.

For what?
Knocking on your door?

Try obstruction of justice,
for starters!

You were party to what
happened at the embassy,

and you fled!

There was no one
to corroborate my story.

No one believed me!

What difference does it make?
We got the bad guy.

I was humiliated.

Two-week suspension,
loss of pay,

permanent reprimand
in my file.

I'm sorry.

Is everything
all right in there?

Hey, how's it going?
Ow.

Emma, what's going on here?

Everything's under control.

But can you grab
my handcuffs?

They're in the bedroom chest,
bottom drawer.

You keep your handcuffs
in your--

Ohh!
Shut up!

Listen,
this is fun and all.

but I've got a problem
that's a little time sensitive.

So, Emma, looks like

you're in the middle
of something here.

Thanks for understanding.

Sorry, it's my job.

Rain check for Saturday night.
Citronelle, my treat.

I'll call you!

Can we talk about
my thing now?

Unh!

I wouldn't do that.

You turn me in, somebody
very important dies tonight.

Who's "someone
very important"?

I don't know the target,
but I know the assassin.

His name is Baptiste,

And he's here
in Washington tonight.

This is the case
of a lifetime.

I'm just handing it to you.

Give me couple minutes
to explain.

Prime minster
of Argentina.

Senator Stanton's plane crash
about six years ago.

What do they have in common?

Accidental deaths
that were rumored

not to have been
so accidental.

Not accidents.
Flawless hits.

Baptiste hits.

That's why they're paying
the big bucks.

He doesn't make mistakes.
There's no trail.

It's like he doesn't
even exist.

What makes you so sure
he's gonna strike tonight?

A John Doe shows up dead
a few hours ago,

one of Baptiste's custom-made
bullets inside of him.

No I.D.,
fingerprints burned off.

He's wearing a huntsman's suit
from Savile Row.

He's got a shirt
from Bergdorf's on fifth avenue.

He's got a coat check slip
from the Rose Cafe

on 44th and First Ave.

44th and First?

You know
what's across the street?

The United Nations.

Baptiste stole the identity

of a european living
in New York

who works for the U.N.

So Baptiste killed him
for access.

Which means he is here

to assassinate
a foreign dignitary.

Look, he's already
got a head start.

His cover is airtight.

He's already dissected
the patterns, the personnel,

the vulnerabilities of
the target's protection detail.

He's planned for every
contingency you could imagine,

and probably some
that you can't.

He will not fail,
unless we stop him.

So this guy's so good

that he takes out
heads of state

and nobody even knows
it was a murder.

He's a ghost.

Somehow, you know
that he's here.

You know his methods.
You know his resume.

How is it that no one else
in the world knows this,

but you do?

Because I trained him.

♪ Human Target 1x08 ♪ Baptiste Original Air Date on March 17, 2010

I don't get you.

We were a good team.

And then you...
have to become

all Dudley Do-Right.

"nobody deserves to die."

Everybody deserves to die.

As far as someone
is concerned.

That's human nature.

And you taught me that.

I was wrong.

And then what do you do?

You turn around
and you start some...

crusade.

To save people.

You don't even get
the irony of it, do you?

The sad irony that,
with all your effort,

the people you cared
most about saving,

they're the ones
that got hurt the worst.

And if there was ever
any doubt about that,

I think this evening's
unfortunate events

have put that to rest.

Haven't they?

You trained an assassin?

Yeah.
Oh.

Okay, and one
would have to assume

that in order to train
an assassin,

one would have
to be an assassin.

Look, that's not the point.

I'm trying to save
somebody's life here.

The point is whether or not
I can trust you.

I don't even know
your damn name!

It's Christopher Chance.

Hi.

I'm sorry to interrupt,

but we're kind of
running out of time.

I remember you
from the embassy!

Hey. Nice dress.

What the hell
are you doing?

Just unlock it.

Hang that for me?
Sure, why not?

Are we all here now?

Excuse me,
it's kind of heavy.

Going right there.

Who the hell are
all these people?

What is going on?

Uh, Guerrero, Winston,
new girl.

Layla.
There you go.

We ruined her company,

thought we'd
give her a shot.

Least we could do.
This is Agent Barnes.

Hi!
How you doing?

Hey. I'm gonna go ahead
and set up right here.

Stop. Wait.
What are you talking about?

Don't touch that!

You got any idea

what Baptiste's plan is?

Well, I was thinking
it was some version

of a West Point,
but then there's no way

he could
get the uniform in time.

Then I was thinking
maybe a reverse lifeboat?

Yeah, um, listen...

About...

You want to make us
a pot of coffee?

I saw the way you were
looking at her at the embassy.

Okay, this is all
in your head.

Sure it is.
Listen, all I hope

is that this woman
has the good sense

to keep you
at arm's length

and treat this case with
the same kind of objectiv--

Oh, dear God.

Whoa.

Looks like
a teenage girl's locker.

She went a little heavy
on the chin, don't you think?

This is an ongoing
F.B.I. investigation.

Do you mind?

What do you guys
want from me?

How about
the white list?

Uh--

The white list?

Uh, the minute-to-minute
itinerary

of visiting dignitaries.

I know what
the white list is.

I don't have
access to it.

Deputy Director Lynch does.

And what do you
want me to tell her?

That the ghost
that I've been hunting

since the russian embassy
is in my apartment,

and he says that there's
an assassin who doesn't exist

that's gonna kill
somebody tonight,

unless I stop it?

I think that's
a terrible idea.

I was thinking we just
break into her office

and take it.

You think I'm gonna
help you break into

the J. Edgar Hoover
Federal building?

Well, technically,
your I.D. gets us

into the federal building.

We just want
to break into her office.

You're insane.
Okay, listen.

I know I screwed you over
at the embassy, and I'm sorry.

But do you really think

I would risk
being hauled off to jail

if I didn't think
that lives were in danger?

Baptiste is on the hunt.

He's got U.N credentials.

This is not an accident.

Protection of foreign diplomats
is the job of the F.B.I.,

Not the U.N.
Exactly.

That's why
he's gonna use his cover

to convince somebody
high up in U.N. security

that there's a threat,
then he can...

gain access to the F.B.I.

Yes? May I help you?

Monsieur Lecavalier...

I trust Pauline
and Claire are well?

When last we talked,

The twins were just starting
university, no?

Yes, they're very well.

Okay, so I have
some grave news.

I have discovered
a security breach

in operation olive branch.

This operation
is classified, eyes only.

I'm the only one at the U.N.

that's supposed
to know about it.

And I only learned of it
a few days ago.

I came across an intercept
of an unnamed assassin.

He was hired out of Europe,

And olive branch is
his target.

Why did you wait so long
to inform me of this?

It took a while
to confirm my intelligence.

I had to be certain, no?

I have to alert the F.B.I.
immediately.

Of course.

Jean Lecavalier
for Deputy Director Lynch

on a matter
of urgent importance.

Yes. Thank you.

Hopefully,
we're not too late.

Mm-hmm.

Director Lynch.

I have Rene Dupont here.

He's from
our New York office.

He has brought to light
some legitimate concerns

regarding this evening's
operation.

Yes.

In person would be best.

We are leaving right now.

We have to go quickly.

Oh, I don't need to bother you
with this any further.

No, no, this
is the way it's done.

Agh.

That is a very nice watch.

Au revoir.

Hey, Tim.
Hey.

S.F.P.D.

Just have to run through
some mug shots with him.

Detective Seaver.

Okay. You need to leave
the case here, detective.

Thanks.
There you go.

Okay, we are
in their network.

Gonna link you up
to the security feed.

And then I'm gonna work
on the card readers.

So I'm looking at what
they're looking at, live?

Impressed yet?

Getting in's
the easy part, guys.

Getting them out again,

that's what separates
the pros from the amateurs.

That's not yours.

Yeah, good luck
getting through to him.

This your first time
freelancing?

Uh-huh. Why?
Oh, here we go.

Well, we don't get benefits,
there is no job security,

and nobody gives you
a cake on your birthday.

The upside: Freedom.

Whatever's in the fridge
is fair game.

Yes, chapter one

of the freelancer's
manifesto.

"how not to get
invited back."

Industry standard, dude.

Uh-oh.

Define "uh-oh."

I think
they know I'm here.

Uh-oh.

Ooh! Okay.

Yeah, they definitely
know I'm here.

Trying to get through
my firewall.

Unraveling my traceback
redirects.

Thought you said
you knew what you were doing.

Didn't your old outfit,
Sentronics,

help design the F.B.I.
security architecture?

Turns out the F.B.I. has made
some upgrades since then.

Okay, I can hold them off.

But it's gonna slow
everything else down.

What are we waiting for?

Lynch is on
the sixth floor, right?

If I push that button,
there's no turning back.

Aiding and abetting
a known fugitive,

trespassing
on federal property.

Breaking and entering
on federal property.

Violation of the espionage act
of 1917,

and conspiracy
to commit treason.

Could you be
a little more dramatic?

So what was that--
your third, fourth date,

Something like that?

Excuse me?

That guy in your apartment.
Rusty.

Roger.
Right.

And I'm fairly certain
that's none of your business.

Sorry.

What makes you think
it was a third date?

Oh...Nothing.

Didn't sound like nothing.

Your bra.

My what?

Yeah, it was like
a third-date bra.

It was black with
the little lacey thingy.

It was the kind of bra
that looked like

it was going to be
making an appearance.

I noticed it when
you were assaulting me.

It was a first date.

Rene Dupont to see
Deputy Director Lynch.

Okay.

Okay.

Elevator's over there.
Sixth floor, sir.

Merci.

You know what never
made any sense to me?

When you left...

It wasn't for principles.

Or money.

It was for a girl.

Carrie or Kelly or--

Her name was Katherine.

Katherine.

That's right.
Katherine.

And you took it
so personally.

Like you really thought
I took some pleasure

out of killing her.

You gotta believe me, mate,

it was completely
the opposite.

I was embarrassed.

'cause we'd always
had each other's back,

and then there I was,
cleaning up your mess.

I can see how
that'd be difficult for you.

You gotta tell me...

How does a man
throw away everything

for a woman
that he barely knows?

I've lost sleep trying
to make sense of it.

And then here we are,
six years later,

and you've done
exactly the same thing.

I hope
there's not gonna be

any hard feelings
this time.

Because what happened
to Agent Barnes...

that's entirely on you,
mate.

You brought her into this.

Not me.

I'm beginning to think
this is a really bad idea.

Speaking of bad ideas,

that whole
"you're under arrest" thing,

That was just
to prove a point, right?

Yes, the point being
you're a criminal

and you belong in jail.

This is Lynch's section.

There shouldn't
be anyone here.

Guerrero, how we doing
on those permissions?

New girl--
Layla.

Layla's almost
got 'em transferred.

How long?

T.B.D., dude.

Security's gonna figure out
we're not supposed to be here.

He'll get it.
Come here.

Listen, just a few things
to recommend me.

I've got a decent taste
in music.

I'm good with animals
and kids.

I'm not a great cook,
but I'm learning.

If you give me a few hours,

I could just lay
all this out for you.

Maybe dinner.

I'm sorry, y-y--

You wanna go out
on a date with me?

Well, it's a little
early now,

but, I mean,
if you're asking...

Sure.

I'm not asking.

Okay, tell him
to try it again.

Go ahead, Chance.

They're ready.

Told you.

Holy moly.

So much
for no one being here.

Barnes, what are you
doing here?

You're not on this detail.

Were you read-on
to protocol 337?

No...

Exactly.
It's above your pay grade.

Lynch assigned me
last-minute.

Oh. Who's this?

Oh, Patrick McManus,
U.N. liaison.

Just here to help out.

It's a restricted operation.

I'm gonna have to run him.

Yeah, of course.

You're not in the system,
are you?

Not yet.

Guerrero?

Yeah, Chance, I'm on it.

Get this back in
the system, quick.

Who's Patrick McManus?

He's a cover
we've used before.

Come on,
we need you to get him

into the security
personnel database.

That's not nearly
as easy as it sounds.

They know I'm here.

They'll find me
in a few minutes.

Yeah, well,
they're gonna shoot Chance

In, like, 30 seconds,

so I wouldn't
worry about that right now.

That kind of pressure
doesn't help.

I have complete faith
in you.

They don't do covert
protection details

unless it's a big deal.

It's big enough
to bring in Baptiste.

We just need to find out
who they're protecting.

Is that MacManus?
M-a-c?

Yeah, just try
all the variations.

They always mess it up.

Oh.

They're calling this
operation olive branch.

H-hour is midnight.

It goes till dawn.

Sounds like a long meeting.

I have a theory.

You first.

The fax machine:

Letterhead from
the chinese embassy.

I heard an agent speaking
in a Taiwanese dialect.

Big protection detail--
something sensitive, secret,

Worthy of disrupting.

Taiwan and China
are having a secret meeting

somewhere in D.C.

Exactly.

We just got
to figure out where.

Barnes.

He's good to go.

Off the books meaning
somewhere in the D.C. area.

Be somewhere
inconspicuous.

Someplace they could...
close down quietly.

Call it a gas leak
or something,

So nobody's
paying attention.

I'm gonna call
one of my guys down at Metro.

See if he's noticed
any red flags.

Good.

You know, I don't get it.

What would someone
have to gain

from attacking
that meeting?

Yeah, why would anyone
want to stop two countries

that spend over $60 billion
a year on defense

from making peace?

They'll prep several sites
for the meeting.

Nobody but Lynch will know
the final destination

till right before midnight.

He's here.

Baptiste.

You pull a gun in here,

you'll be dead
in three seconds.

What the hell
is Barnes doing here?

I don't know.
She said she was clear.

Not by my office.

Excuse me.

He's on the run.
Let's go.

Get Barnes over here.

We should just come clean.

By the time
we convince them,

Baptiste will have
completed his mission

and moved on.

I gotta stop him.

You're either with me or not.
It's up to you.

Chance, I just saw Baptiste
leave the building.

He's in a silver sedan,
headed east.

Baptiste must have gotten
the address from Lynch somehow.

Maybe we'll get lucky and
they'll cancel the operation.

You gotta think it took years
to get these guys

to sit down together
in the first place.

They're not gonna cancel unless
it's absolutely necessary.

Baptiste is counting on that.

Hello?

I should really apologize.

This is... inelegant.

And ordinarily,
I'd never even consider

indulging the impulse.

But there's something
I really need to know, darling.

Who the hell is this?

Our mutual friend there.

He's fallen into some very
self-destructive behavior.

And just as we got past

the whole
Jatherine Walters fiasco,

I'm really worried

that he's going down
the same road with you.

So I suppose
what I'm asking,

and you really must
forgive me for prying,

but are you two an item?

It's been a while, Baptiste.

Hmm. Speak of the devil.

We were just
talking about you.

Yeah?
Maybe we should meet up

and continue
this conversation.

Funny you should say that.

I was just
thinking the same.

In all fairness...

we should be the ones
angry at you.

He's using you.

He used me.

It's... what he does.

Used you?

The old man took you in
when you had nothing.

He taught you a trade.

He treated us both
like we were sons,

znd what did you do?

You betrayed him.

But it wasn't enough
just to leave, was it?

You had to take that name.

That name.

You broke his heart.

I should have
broke more than that.

See, me he respects.

But you were his favorite.

And when you left...

he took it very badly.

How do you think
that was for me?

Trying to figure out
what the hell happened to you

while trying
to keep him in check.

Uh... it was exhausting.

You should have
let me finish it.

Yeah, obviously.

Because now, I'm gonna have
to hear it all over again.

What a hothead you are--

making it all personal.

Trying to provoke him.

Trying to get him
to come after you.

Seriously, I mean,
which one is it?

Have you really changed?
Do you have a death wish?

Or did you just
lose your edge?

Barnes, wake up.

Let's go, come on.

Unh!

Chance, you all right?

Winston, yeah, we're okay.

We just got t-boned
by Baptiste

at the corner of
Capital and E.

Heading to you now.

All right...
If you could hack

into the phone company's
operations database,

could you get the numbers to
all the disposable cell phones

activated in the past week?

Sure, yeah.

Um, why would
we want to do that?

Baptiste uses burners
when he's on the job.

If we could find the one
he's using right now,

I could call and maybe get him
to give away his position.

You do realize there's got to be
thousands of those things

activated in a week?

But only one that
just called agent Barnes.

Oh.

Hey, mate.

Hello, dude.
It's been a while.

Yeah, hey, uh...
Funny story.

A while big this, uh,
skinny thug

blackmailed me
to get dirt on Chance.

Guy wouldn't tell me
who he worked for,

so I...

I killed him.

Any Chance you're the one
holding the leash?

No. It wasn't me.

Your boss, then?

Listen, I'm a little
busy here,

as I'm sure
you'd appreciate.

So no offense.

Hey, no offense at all.

In fact, that's what
I'm calling about.

Business proposition.

10% of tonight's take
to guarantee your success.

I'm guessing,
what, seven figures?

I'm sorry.

Are you saying
that you're willing

to betray our old friend?

In this economy,
whatever pays the bills, dude.

Anyone else, then, yeah.

But he's the one person

that you would never
turn against.

Not yet, anyway.

Not until
you've lost everything.

Oh, by the way,
I never got a chance

to congratulate you
on becoming a family man.

How old is the little one
right now?

You know, when we're
finished with you,

you're gonna beg
to return to the fold.

Doesn't look like
he gave anything away.

Actually, he did.

Okay...It's time
for you to finally

start giving me
some answers.

You know everything I do.

The guy kills people
for money.

We gotta stop him.
It's that simple.

Who's Katherine Walters?

I used to work
for some bad people.

I gathered that.

My old boss, he found me
when I was young...

angry, alone.

And then he used it.

He told me that
what I was doing was right.

That the person on the other
side of the gun deserved it.

You know, for a long time,
I believed it.

Who's Katherine Walters?

She was the last assignment
of an old life.

And I couldn't do it.

Why not?

She was kind.

She was honest.

She didn't deserve it.

You loved her.

And I tried
to protect her, but...

the guy they sent next
was just too good.

Baptiste.

If that doesn't make you
believe in karma...

Let's go!

Come on.

Apparently, Guerrero got a hold
of Baptiste's number,

and he called him.
How'd he get that?

Looks like that Layla's
working out.

Layla?

New girl.

Ohh.
Yeah.

Anyway, wherever
Baptiste was,

Guerrero said he heard
church bells

ringing in the background.

Church bells?
Yeah.

See, that list
you're looking at

came from my buddy
in Metro.

List of red flags
in the area tonight.

Only one location where
there could be church bells.

Georgetown.

Methane leak reported,
Sanford Hall.

They'd have evacuated
the entire area of campus.

Perfect spot
for a secret summit.

Mm-hmm.
We're there in five minutes.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

What are you doing?

Hey there.

Dispatch
called in a problem

with the transformers
on the south side.

Secret service ordered
these covers welded shut!

And if there was a problem,

I'd be the guy
to call it in.

Really?

Yeah, that's a good point.

I suppose the good news is,

one way or another,

I'm gonna get
some answers.

Have you really
completely changed?

Become a whole, new man?

Or is my old friend
still in there somewhere?

Your old friend would have
put a bullet in you

for what you did.

Yeah.

With complete disregard
for the consequences, heh.

You know what's great
is if I kill you now,

there are no consequences.

I walk away,
and this is over.

Oh, we both know
better than that.

You kill me,
all bets are off.

The old man
is coming after you.

He will go after everyone,

Everyone you have
ever cared about.

He'll burn the city
to the ground.

And you know it.

This is the blue line
to Franconia-Springfield.

Next stop, Arlington.

I hope this is it, 'cause
we're running out of options.

This is it, right here.

The welding on this manhole
cover, it's been removed.

That's how he got in.

How do you know that?

Security's so top heavy,

there's no way he could have
gotten in there

without being seen.

That's what I'd do.

Coming?

Where are you going?

Upstairs.

I'm gonna find
the security detail,

give them Baptiste's
description,

get them to clear the windows
in case he takes a shot.

Nah, he won't.

Target this big,
this much security,

he needs to be thorough.

He needs to take everyone out
all at once.

He needs to...

blow up the building.

Hey.

Look at this.

It's ethylene oxide.

Extremely flammable,
odorless.

He's got it hooked up
to the gas system.

That looks booby trapped.

That's probably
a safe bet.

It's got a remote trigger.

We need to get Lynch and get
everybody out of the building.

W-w-wait.
Where are you going?

The only place
with a clean line of sight

and a good, strong
cell reception.

Agent Barnes. We need
to clear the building now.

The operation's
been compromised.

We need to get everyone
in that delegation out of here.

Barnes! You've got
a lot to answer for.

We need to evacuate.

No, you need to explain
what in God's name

you are doing here
before I have you arrested.

All stations, check in.

Grounds one, roger.

Grounds two, roger.

Spotter one, roger.

We are aware of the threat
against this summit.

We have taken all
the necessary precautions.

A rep from the U.N. debriefed me
on this an hour ago.

The man you met earlier
was not Rene Dupont.

He's an assassin
named Baptiste.

The set this entire building
to blow.

You have been
increasingly erratic,

ever since that fiasco
at the russian embassy.

You're done.

Put her under arrest
and get her out of here, now.

Send one of your men
to the boiler room.

You're making
a huge mistake!

Ma'am, it's true.

I saw it myself.

Okay.

Clear the building.

Now!

Uhh!

Do we have a head count?

48.
One short.

Someone's still inside.

Uhh!

Hyuh!

Ohh!

Uhh! Hyuh!

Ohh!

Unh!

Chance!

Did everyone make it
out of the building?

Barnes?

She went back
to make sure it was clear.

I'm sorry, man.

Where's Baptiste?

He's gone.

Guerrero had Layla
hack the phone company.

Track all the calls Baptiste
made in the last 12 hours.

The last call he made
was to Amtrak.

That's his escape route.

I know, I'm on it, dude.

Hey, check out all
the nearest subway stations

that are closest--
Georgetown.

I know, I'm on it.
Which way did Chance go?

South.
Rosslyn station.

Next closest one
is Foggy Bottom, to the east.

All right, I'll take that.

Hey, and make sure
that you--

Scan the emergency channels.
I know, dude.

Like I said,
you'll get the hang of it.

Hmm.

You know, I wrenched my knee
a little bit.

Bruised my thigh.

Along with the bullet
in the arm

and the knife
in the chest.

But I can still run okay,

If that's what you
were wondering.

I'm just not going to.

Although I think that

you're hoping I do.

Begging me
to do something.

Make a move for you.
Make a run for it.

Anything to give you
the excuse to shoot me

without it being
in cold blood.

But you know what?

I don't think I'm gonna
make it that easy for you.

You got the power now.

You can resolve this
once and for all.

Is it true that no one
deserves to die?

Or does that always
get decided

by the guy
who holds the gun?

So this is it?

The moment of truth.

It's over, Baptiste.

Ah, you gotta be
kidding me.

She made it out.

Back entrance.

Delegate took
a little shrapnel,

but other than that,
he's okay,

as is everyone else.

Bollocks.

I got him.

H.R.T.'s on the way,
place is surrounded.

It's over.

Not for me.

Yeah, just give a second here,
please, darling.

You shut up!

Put the gun down.

Chance.

This isn't you,
not anymore.

There you go.

You keep telling yourself
that you've changed,

and that people
don't deserve to die.

But you and me,
we both know the truth.

You've lost your edge.

Works out perfectly for me,

But it's really sad
for you.

Take this one in.

Shackles and shotguns,
double detail.

None of this Metro crap.

He's in federal custody
as of this moment.

Who's this?

He's with me.

Get him out of here.

See ya.

I'm glad you're okay.

I, uh, I gotta get to work.

Arrest of a lifetime and all.

Thank you.

About that... dinner.

We're done here.
You don't have to do that.

Oh, I don't have to.

So...
is it always like this?

Like what?

Well, it's certainly--

It's more stressful
than my old gig.

But...

We saved all those people.

We got an assassin.

I don't know.
It was--it was fun.

It was fun?

Yeah.

That's just the adrenaline
in your system.

You're gonna crash later.

This line of work,

There's nothing worse
than the highs and lows.

Nothing's ever
what you think it is.

Nothing's ever over.

Ooh, matey.

That's a nice watch.